"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around, and desert you!"

Zexion cringed, his pencil led breaking against his paper as he slammed it down. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth?"

Demyx clamped his jaw shut, and began humming some obnoxious tune that had Zexion about to-

Zexion calmly got up, knocked over the table he and Demyx shared, and exited the room.

"Yo, I hear you've been flipping tables," Larxene said, raising an eyebrow as the clearly perturbed male entered their shared living space. "What's up, kiddo?"

"I can't stand that imbecile," Zexion said, snarling at the table as he gripped at his hair. "He never shuts the hell up, he's always touching me, and he never goes away."

"Sounds like he likes you, baby twink," Larxene said, smirking. "Whatcha gonna do?"

"Strangle him until he falls limp in my hands and throw him in a ditch."

"Atta boy!"

"Hey, Zexion, hey, hey, hey Zexion."

"What?"

"Your hair looks nice today."

Zexion scowled at the blond and turned away.

"Aw, come on, it's a compliment. You don't have to be so cold."

"Piss off."

"What?"

"Piss off."

"Oh my god, that's hilarious- you say that so funny," Demyx said, chuckling. "You're like Peace awf, it's hilarious, dude."

Zexion calmly and quickly slapped Demyx upside the head and left the room.

Zexion took his seat next to Demyx, rigid and just waiting for the blond to spout some annoying gibberish from his mouth. However, such a thing didn't happen, for today Demyx was quietly staring at the table, frowning deeply at it, as if it had wronged him in some unimaginable way.

After twenty minutes of feeling weird vibes that Zexion really couldn't place coming from the other boy, he gave in. "What's wrong with you, Demyx?" Zexion asked.

Demyx's head slowly turned towards the blunette, but his lips did not move, and he simply looked back down at the table.

Thoroughly dismayed by the lack of cooperation he'd received from the blond, Zexion scowled down at the table before doing what he'd seen so many other people do when one they associated with often was exhibiting signs of sadness; he snaked his arms around the blond's waist as they stood to leave the classroom, pulling him into a hug.

Demyx immediately curled down into the embrace, burying his face into the shorter boy's shoulder. They stood there in the hallway, off to the side, not speaking and just listening, listening to each other breathing and the sounds of the school sinking slowly into the swamplands it was built upon, and for a minute, if just a minute, Zexion swore he could hear the blond's thoughts intertwining with his own, like some heart-sick melody of misfortune and mistrust; a sad tale that would in eventuality be written down and posted on a website for strangers to read and pick apart and relish in and perhaps even relate to; because it was their lives, and they were simply living vicariously through fictional characters that would never be able to feel such things, to experience love and hate and squalor and ecstasy, that would never be real nor see the sun nor walk the earth they currently walked in all it's glory and disgust; and they were giving those characters their life, throwing it away for a bit of sanctity, so that for once they could forget all those who had wronged them and remember all those who had righted them, and for a small fragment of a second, they could be happy.

But minutes are short and soon the moment was broken and they drew away from each other, deciding it best to simply carry on as if that moment of understanding and maybe even compassion had never happened, no, not once, it was all simply a weird rip in the fabric of reality and now everything was smooth and untainted by such a moment, and they would carry on to be English project partners, collab fanfiction writers, nothing more and nothing less, simply collaborators for a common goal.

Zexion had never felt so alone in his life.

It was clear to all to see that Ienzo was starting to break. No one was exactly certain as to why this was occurring, but the small boy was so obviously deteriorating with every breath he took.

Myde was worried, this was true, but he told himself not to get involved (as advised by many) and simply let the slate-haired boy crumble on his own, as he was said to do sometimes, because no person is so strong that they don't have to repair the walls they build around themselves sometimes, and so he didn't intervene as the blue haired boy descended into the metaphorical abyss that was his tormentor.

Of course, Myde was empathetic to the extremes sometimes, so to see someone as far down in the dumps as Ienzo was tugged at every little heart string he possessed to the point where he was pretty sure he was on the verge of a heart attack at every sight of the petite boy.

Ienzo, having lost any sense of up and down in his state of disintegration, was content to simply lay there and stare at the wall blankly, ignoring the fact that he was, in fact, a human being, and therefore required sustenance, and physical affection and warmth and hell, even air. He didn't bother to read any-more, and his sense of frivolousness was null; the game was null and he was null, just another collection of molecules slowly becoming separate from each other, soon to be scattered across the universe and perhaps become a part of a tree, or a rock, or maybe the very air he currently breathed in because his body necessitated it. He knew that Arlene had been taking care of him whilst he attempted to self-decompose, thoroughly foiling his plans of becoming nothing with the food and water she forced him to swallow on a thrice-daily basis.

Myde watched all of this unfold, the fall of a boy who didn't stand very tall in the first place, the formation of a rock on the bed across from him, and to be honest he really couldn't stand it, so one day, a Friday night in December, Myde quietly slid over to the bluenette's side of the dorm and onto the bed, curling around the small ball of human that lay listlessly on the bed. Ienzo didn't struggle, nor did he acknowledge the warmth that enveloped his frigid body whatsoever, he simply laid there and stared at the hand of his room mate that now lay in his field of vision until he eventually fell asleep for the first time in a long time, the kind of sleep where dreams that aren't nightmares occur, and he actually felt like the following day might be worth something.

It proved otherwise fairly quickly, however, as Ienzo found himself alone in the bed the following morning.

A/N: The reason we put up with our respective room mates:

"I wish you'd stop this," Myde murmured from somewhere in the room.

"Stop what?"

"This game."

"What game?"

"I'm not stupid, Ienzo."

"Really? I distinctly remember you saying otherwise in the fourth chapter."

"Did you really just break the fourth wall?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe you. You are a horrible, horrible person. How could you do something like that?"

"Easy. I referenced the fact that you said you were stupid in a previous chapter."

"I know that- can you stop it? I'm trying to have a proper story here, you dickwad."

"You're awfully crude today."

"Shut up and get back in character, you stupid poop face!"

"No."

"What the-don't make me come over there."

"I dare you."

"Are you trolling me?"

"U mad, bro?"

"Okay, what the actual fuck."

TheIllusionist: I'm sorry about that last bit. Larxene got a hold of my laptop.

WaterSitar: Oh. Geez. I was worried.x'D

TheIllusionist: Sorry.

WaterSitar: It's fine, bro. It happens. Hey, is it cool with you if I put that in the author note?

TheIllusionist: If you want.

WaterSitar: Cool xD

TheIllusionist: Yeah.

WaterSitar: Oh, yeah, sorry about earlier- I got in a bitch fight with Ax this morning, and so he left and yeah.

TheIllusionist: It's fine.

WaterSitar: So anyway, how are you?

TheIllusionist: I think I'm going to go to sleep now.

WaterSitar: Awehh. D: Okay. Night, sweetie~

TheIllusionist: … Night.

"Aw, Zexi's got a crushiewushiemushy on Demyfemmyseme!"

"What are you babbling about, Larxene?" Zexion said, completely unphased by the thin fingers pulling at his cheeks.

"I see you two, undressing each other across the dinner hall."

"Hardly." He wouldn't bother.

"Oh, please- he's been glancing over at you every five seconds."

"No, he hasn't-" Zexion flinched; she'd caught him, trapped him.

Larxene smirked, folding her arms across her chest. "It's too bad, really- I was so sure you and Marly would make lovely gay babies for me to eat."

"You are not eating my babies!" Marluxia screamed, as he walked up, and made a loud sobbing noise before throwing his dinner tray on the table and running out of the room with more hysteric sobs.

Larxene sighed. "He has the worst timing sometimes, I swear to god."

"I agree."

"Ew."

Zexion shrugged and shovelled the flavourless food into his mouth whilst pinching his nose.

"Baby Twink, c'mere," Larxene said, holding her thin arms out from where she sat on the couch.

Zexion obediently allowed her to attempt to smother him in her chest. In a way, Zexion often thought of Larxene as what his mother should have been like.

He was smart enough not to tell her that.

Demyx Likeaboss Neptune

Like my status for a truth is~~~~ :D

Zexion pondered it for a second before clicking the 'like' icon, out of pure curiosity, and waited.

And waited.

And then got a drink of water and tripped over Larxene's unconscious body sprawled out in the hallway.

And waited some more.

It was around that time that he realized that he had accidentally 'liked' the wrong post, and decided he was better off just going to bed.

A/N:whattheactualfuck. I'm bleeding. when did this... I don't even... I'm going to bed.

RikuObsession: Exactly xD but Myde's stupid lol
Zexion's a poor abused child. No cartoons for him. ):
lololol Larxene and Marly are like soulmates bro
Marluxia, evil? NAH BRO. He's got needs too. /shot/
Yay~! You guys are so awesome. -handflap-
I c wut u did thar
Hey! Here's that more right now~~~~
trololol I am. I'm all ejkbajbdfh but autocorrect is a godsend and translates it to fun things like ejaculation! /shot/
Still blissfully (un)aware of your last statement~!

Yeah... still going to bed. Still bleeding from sudden skin stupid. hey, an alliteration! Look, mom! I'm actually smart!

...

Yeah I'm gonna go sleep now.